hello.

i miss it here... this blog, this tiny space. this place is a secret. i don't post it on facebook or twitter or any other form of social media. it remains a space for me and maybe 2 followers in the world, which are probably my mom and sam. i grew into myself here. i grew into an artist here. and i grew into a mom here. i created here, cried here, and struggled here. i fell in love with photography here. i guess i lived here for the first year of my son's life. i remember spending hours (not an exaggeration) on blogs... falling in love with color, design, and do-it-yourself projects. i'd spend every moment of manoah's nap scouring blogs and becoming inspired. i miss it here now. i miss who i was. i see my frailty as a young mom and striving artist. i like who i was (which is ironic because most of these entries are about how i didn't like myself!) i kind of wish i could go back to my 26 year old self and whisper in her ear,
"it is going to be alright. you will be alright." and i'd give her a hug.

hello again.